We Lose Track

Under a pale lit moon

With a chill down my spine

I walk the streets alone

No reason to look behind

My life as it stands

With no ties to my back

Sometimes it all seems so well we can lose track

The click of my heels

As they scrape the walk

Through the hush of the night

The pigeons talk

The rumors have spread

That it’s all in my head

Only now I don’t know which way to go

The thoughts drift on by

With a tear in my eye

Sometimes it all seems so well we lose track

A park bench is cold

When you’re lonely and old

And it’s hard to care

When there’s nobody there

The bottle is glass

The contents are good

Suicide is painless and misunderstood

The bottle is empty

The sidewalk is cold

Left out on the cardboard lost in the fold

The thoughts drift on by

With a tear in my eye

Sometimes it all seems so well we lose track